Fenna was summoned and quickly came to the captain's cabin.

Looking at the sweaty look on her body in her warrior vest, she knew that the stupid warrior must have been practicing swordsmanship just now, but when she opened the door, she saw her stinky brother putting a stone on the table.

He also had some carving tools on hand.

Next to the table, there is a blood-red grimoire suspended. The book is very strange. The cover seems to be made of rock, but there is no text on the thick cover.

"Why are you looking for me? Aren't you going to do an experiment? Why did you start playing with rocks?"

Fenna didn't see anyone outside. She closed the door and took off her vest. She took out a towel to wipe the sweat from her upper body and asked. The spring scenery was in front of her, but the smelly pirate turned a blind eye and didn't even raise his head.

He looked at the words written with his heart on the grimoire and said:

"This is not playing with rocks, this is a very serious matter. I am going to start carving your 'monument of sin'. You will probably suffer a little tonight."

"What the hell?"

Fenner, who was wiping her hair, widened her eyes and said:

"The sin monument, what is that? A tombstone?"

"With your understanding, it is difficult for me to explain this concept to you, but you can indeed simply understand it as the 'tombstone of the soul'."

The pirate glanced at the idiot sister and said:

"Get dressed and come over to help."

"whispering sound"

Seeing that her stinky brother's eyes did not stay on her body for a second, Fenna curled her lips in displeasure. She had obviously been planning to gain muscle in the past few days, and she was not as thin as before.

It seems that what my stupid brother said last time that he didn't like his slender figure was a lie.

She quickly took out a loose linen robe from her bag and put it on, walked to the desk, glanced at the grimoire suspended next to Blake, and said suspiciously:

"That's not right, there's obviously not a single word in your book!"

"You don't understand this..."

The smelly pirate snorted and said in a long voice:

"Have you ever heard of the Thaurissan family's secret treasure, the 'Emperor's Cloak'?"

"I've heard of it. When my mother gave me magic classes when I was a child, she often used that cloak as an example!"

Fenner blinked and said:

"It is said that only truly wise people can see the cloak, and fools cannot, so the cloak becomes invisible after being put on.

The magicians in Quel'Thalas have been studying the principles of the Emperor's cloak, and they have been trying to replicate such a magical magic item."

"That's it."

Blake smiled and patted Fenner's head, and said lovingly:

"The same goes for my Grimoire of Sin Monument. Only smart people can read the words on it. Idiots are..."

"boom"

Before the stinky pirate could finish his words, he was punched hard on the lower back. Fenna's eyes were already bloodshot, and she said in a tone of "you are going to die soon":

"Say! Finish what you were about to say! What about the idiot? Also, who is the idiot?"

"Ahem, it's just a joke. You are increasingly unable to joke."

Blake instantly switched to a serious expression. He gently tapped the Grimoire of Sin Monument with the carving knife in his hand and said:

"This is the magic theory written by the anima and the method of making the sin monument. If you can see the anima, you can see them."

"So what exactly is anima?"

Fenna asked anxiously:

"Why have I never heard of these powers? How can I learn them?"

"This is easy!"

Blake took off the Defiler fragment from his waist, slapped it on Fenner's hand, and said:

"Use it to give yourself a knife. If you are lucky, you will understand in the next second. If you are not lucky, stab yourself a few more times. This is the knowledge of the dead, just as the living cannot step on the path of the dead. The living

I can't understand such text either.

I know you are going to ask next, why can I understand it?"

The pirate shrugged and sighed:

"After all, I am a person who has died once. Do you understand that?"

"Oh, the Battle of Khaz Modan, right?"

Fenner nodded and stopped asking.

Now that her relationship with Blake is getting closer and closer, Fenner also regards that incident as a taboo. She doesn't want to talk about the incident that will make Blake sad.

She picked up the carving knife in her hand, looked at the carefully selected obsidian the size of a human head in front of her, and said:

"So, what to do?"

"First use your brute force to carve it into the shape of a tombstone. The specific shape doesn't matter, but you must outline the pattern on the edge of the tombstone according to specific carvings.

Those patterns that look like decorative patterns are actually inscriptions of sin, one of the most important components of the sin monument."

Blake took out another piece of paper, drew the shape of a small tombstone on it, and outlined clear and twisted lines on the edge, and said to Fenner:

"You can't make a mistake, but I believe in the precision of the legendary warrior's hands."

"You can do this job too."

Fenna picked up the stone and started to cut. Amidst the harsh chopping sounds, she said:

"Your hands are much steadier than mine, why don't you do it yourself?"

"I'm lazy."

The pirate gave an answer that made Fenner roll her eyes.

He thought for a while and added another sentence:

"This sin monument is prepared for you, so try to make it as delicate as possible. You don't want your tombstone to be casually made weird, right?"

"What's the meaning?"

Fenner stopped the carving knife in her hand, looked at Blake, and said:

"Am I going to have to carry this thing on my back from now on?"

"You'd better carry it. No matter how many people want to carry it, they don't have a chance."

The pirate said seriously:

"Once the Sin Monument is completed, it is indestructible. Even if the world is destroyed, the Sin Monument cannot be destroyed. At most, it will be broken into pieces.

But as long as the sin monument remains, your soul will not become a lonely ghost, nor will it cut off all ties with the world like ordinary resentful spirits.

It is the anchor of the soul.

It represents not only your sins, but also your existence."

Fenna seemed to understand but not quite.

She always felt that her bratty brother had not told her some truths. The Sin Monument must not only be used for this purpose, but perhaps it could have other evil uses if it fell into Black's hands.

Blake also ignored Fenner's suspicious eyes.

He would not tell Fenna the true purpose of the Sin Monument because he was afraid of scaring his innocent sister.

In order to take care of her sister's mind, not to add psychological burden to her, and not to tell her these evil things, she would not think too much about it. From this point of view, Fenner is indeed a very simple person.

Several hours later, the stupid warrior put down the carving knife, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked like a primary school student with a proud expression after last night's handiwork. He lifted up the delicate black tombstone in front of him and looked at it from left to right.

She's clearly very pleased with her work.

He called out to Blake, who was directing the clumsy Spirit of Vengeance to complete a shadow raid. The pirate turned around and was immediately embarrassed when he saw the Sin Monument in Fenner's hand.

Look at the skull and roses on the stele, and the angels delicately carved around its edges...

What are you doing?

Do you want to participate in the Tombstone Exhibition and win a prize?

This idiot!

I asked you to make it more refined, not to turn it into a second-rate piece of art! You will have to memorize this thing in the future! How can you have the face to show off to others if you make it like this?

How old are you?

Do you want to give the Sin Monument another colorful Shamat hair?

"What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"

Fenna widened her eyes and said:

"I made it based on the sculptures from the tomb of the first Sun King. What elf craftsman wouldn't say yes to it after seeing it?"

"Well, it's quite beautiful."

Blake complimented him unwillingly and said:
To be continued...